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I need to stop watching so many sci-fi movies before bed.

I mean, don't get me wrong...having a robot father seems pretty cool. Having your mom kidnapped to introduce himself seems a little much. Why couldn't he just call? And whoever made him didn't even give him a last name. What kind of a name is "Ultron"?

Happy Hump Day, Orange County! I'm Maria, the owner and bartender at The Wild Pony, here to let you know that Wednesday are dollar draft night. So come on down, have a few beers, and listen to some great live music. We've got an acoustic set tonight.

And don't forget that karaoke night is Saturday. If you've ever wanted to sing backed by a live band, the Wild Pony is where you want to be.

I guess I should probably at least make the attempt to get to know new people, so here I am, on some web forum I've never heard of in my life even if the internet tells me it's the best place to connect with locals.

I'm Peter Parker, coming all the way from New York. I'm a photographer and I... don't really know what else to say. So I guess I'll just leave you with a random fact:

Did you know that beavers, those furry Canadian mascots, mate for life? Can you imagine? Meeting someone, building a dam together, and then just growing old enjoying one another's company until you die together at the ripe old age of 15? It's beautiful, isn't it?

Okay, I get "reality" television is constantly stooping to new lows and/or running out of ideas. But did they have to go make a show called "Marrying Millions" in which one person is a millionaire and the other isn't? Just...why?

So, hi, I guess? I'm Forsythe. I know. It's a terrible name. But it's mine, so. I mean, what can you do? I've thought about changing it, but it's such a hassle and I don't even know what I'd call myself. I've been Forsythe my whole like. The Third, by the way. My grandparents thought it was a great idea to call their son The Second, and he made me the Third. It would mean more if, you know, we got along. But whatev. It is what it is.

Sorry. I'm rambling. I tend to do that. I get on a subject and it's like I don't know how to shut up. I know when. I mean I'm aware I should have stopped typing about a dozen sentences ago, and yet here we are. And I'm still typing. I'm a writer, that's what I do. But I'll stop now. because it's the thing to do. Right. This is me, stopping. Hi.